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Rh If this man blesses sunshine

Which sets his fields aglow,

Shall that man curse the tempest

That lays his harvest low?

If you may sing His praises

For health He gave to you,

What of this spine-curved cripple,

Shall he sing praises too?

If you may justly thank Him

For strength in mind and limb,

Then what of yonder weakling—

Must he give thanks to Him?

Ah dark, too dark, the riddle!

The tiny brain too small!

We call, and fondly listen,

For answer to that call.